I come bearing Fic. Tutle Wax PG
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nickngregHey, Lots of you know me from talk CSI (Gregs Girl666)
Here it is Challenge fic from Jeffs idea of a Car Wash. Enjoy!
Turtle Wax.
Nine am every other Sunday like clockwork, and Nick would be washing his car. Leaving Greg in bed to wash a car. It sounded ridiculous to Greg too but he always did. Every other bloody Sunday.
Sure Greg could go and help. He could if the smell of turtle wax didn’t make him sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure where it came from but every time he smelt it felt like he needed to hurl. Greg knew it. Nick knew it. Hence the fact he never asked for help. Until today.
** **
“Greggo. Greg. G? Come on get up man.” Nick shook the blonde to life from what appeared to be a pillow fort above his head.
“Nick? Wha har yo doin? Ish Sumday, Go wush tha car.” Greg mumbled from beneath the mountain of pillows.
“I am, but I want you to help.” Nick said bluntly. Greg instantly shot up in the bed.
“You know I can’t, I’ll end up throwing up on your car!”
“No you won’t I brought unscented wax. Please it’ll be fun.” Nick was practically begging at this point, pouting his bottom lip because he knew Greg could not say no to it.
“Fine.” Greg grumbled and staggering out of bed, muttering ‘what happened to Sunday being a day off rest.’ Nick laughed and started to get the supplies ready and connect the hose.
** **
Fifteen minutes later Greg emerged from the house in a baggy t-shirt and cargo pants, hair perfectly gelled and sunglasses. He was still unhappy he lost his aviator glasses and had to settle for regular shaped ones. The spiky haired CSI-trainee stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Nick bending over his car with a sponge, wearing only a pair of old jeans.
“Uh Greg, are you gonna stand there all day an look at my ass or are you going to help me out here?” Nick asked without turning around.
“I dunno, the view is awfully nice over here. I would hate to waste it.” Greg said grinning like a Cheshire cat , sauntering over to the car and grabbing a sponge. Covering the car in soap was easy and fairly quick work and so was rinsing it off. Unfortunately waxing the car was taking a considerable amount of time and after less than five minutes Greg’s arm cramped up.
“Wuss.” Nick laughed as Greg sat on the porch. Greg sat and watched the muscles in Nick’s arms and back working in the morning sunlight.
Greg, being Greg, got bored after a few minutes and grew restless trying to gets Nick’s attention away from car. Seeing the hose lying on the driveway Greg grabbed it before Nick noticed. Nick, who was completely absorbed in the task at hand, was shaken back to reality when a burst of cold water hit him right in the ear followed by the hysterical laughter of Greg from behind him doubled over.
Still clutching his stomach and the hose Greg barely had time to register that Nick had moved until one of the bucket of soapy water was being dumped over his head.
“Bastard. You’re gonna pay for that!” Greg yelled shaking his head to send out drops of water and melted gel.
“ME!? You started it.” Nick said blatantly with a hint of humour in his voice.
“Yeah so? What… you… gonna… do… about… it?” Greg asked, making sure to puctuate each word with a burst of water at Nick.
“I’ll show you! Gimme that hose.” Nick said throwing another bucket of water at Greg. Soaked through but not caring Greg ran around the car , attempting to use it as some form of shelter. That was until Nick appeared next to him. Lunging himself over the bonnet of Nicks newly washed car he landed on the soggy lawn and ending up with Nick on top of him. Quickly grabbing the hose, Nick straddled Greg and sprayed him relentlessly in the face.
“Say uncle. Come on say it. I win. Say it!” Nick teased easing the spray.
“Not yet!” Greg said quickly fliping them over and grabbing a bucket tipping it over Nick’s face. “I think I win.” Greg panted sliding off Nick in pure exhaustion.
“See I told you this would be fun.” Nick said turning on his side to face Greg.
“Yea but I still prefer the bed on Sunday mornings.” Greg stated.
“Really? Well why don’t we try that right now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Greg smiled, jumping up and running towards the house. “Last one on the bed is the bottom!” Greg called over his shoulder, making Nick laugh and reach the bed a fraction of a second before Greg.
“Dammit.” Greg said, grinning again.
“I told you. I win.”
End.
Here it is Challenge fic from Jeffs idea of a Car Wash. Enjoy!
Turtle Wax.
Nine am every other Sunday like clockwork, and Nick would be washing his car. Leaving Greg in bed to wash a car. It sounded ridiculous to Greg too but he always did. Every other bloody Sunday.
Sure Greg could go and help. He could if the smell of turtle wax didn’t make him sick to his stomach. He wasn’t sure where it came from but every time he smelt it felt like he needed to hurl. Greg knew it. Nick knew it. Hence the fact he never asked for help. Until today.
** **
“Greggo. Greg. G? Come on get up man.” Nick shook the blonde to life from what appeared to be a pillow fort above his head.
“Nick? Wha har yo doin? Ish Sumday, Go wush tha car.” Greg mumbled from beneath the mountain of pillows.
“I am, but I want you to help.” Nick said bluntly. Greg instantly shot up in the bed.
“You know I can’t, I’ll end up throwing up on your car!”
“No you won’t I brought unscented wax. Please it’ll be fun.” Nick was practically begging at this point, pouting his bottom lip because he knew Greg could not say no to it.
“Fine.” Greg grumbled and staggering out of bed, muttering ‘what happened to Sunday being a day off rest.’ Nick laughed and started to get the supplies ready and connect the hose.
** **
Fifteen minutes later Greg emerged from the house in a baggy t-shirt and cargo pants, hair perfectly gelled and sunglasses. He was still unhappy he lost his aviator glasses and had to settle for regular shaped ones. The spiky haired CSI-trainee stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Nick bending over his car with a sponge, wearing only a pair of old jeans.
“Uh Greg, are you gonna stand there all day an look at my ass or are you going to help me out here?” Nick asked without turning around.
“I dunno, the view is awfully nice over here. I would hate to waste it.” Greg said grinning like a Cheshire cat , sauntering over to the car and grabbing a sponge. Covering the car in soap was easy and fairly quick work and so was rinsing it off. Unfortunately waxing the car was taking a considerable amount of time and after less than five minutes Greg’s arm cramped up.
“Wuss.” Nick laughed as Greg sat on the porch. Greg sat and watched the muscles in Nick’s arms and back working in the morning sunlight.
Greg, being Greg, got bored after a few minutes and grew restless trying to gets Nick’s attention away from car. Seeing the hose lying on the driveway Greg grabbed it before Nick noticed. Nick, who was completely absorbed in the task at hand, was shaken back to reality when a burst of cold water hit him right in the ear followed by the hysterical laughter of Greg from behind him doubled over.
Still clutching his stomach and the hose Greg barely had time to register that Nick had moved until one of the bucket of soapy water was being dumped over his head.
“Bastard. You’re gonna pay for that!” Greg yelled shaking his head to send out drops of water and melted gel.
“ME!? You started it.” Nick said blatantly with a hint of humour in his voice.
“Yeah so? What… you… gonna… do… about… it?” Greg asked, making sure to puctuate each word with a burst of water at Nick.
“I’ll show you! Gimme that hose.” Nick said throwing another bucket of water at Greg. Soaked through but not caring Greg ran around the car , attempting to use it as some form of shelter. That was until Nick appeared next to him. Lunging himself over the bonnet of Nicks newly washed car he landed on the soggy lawn and ending up with Nick on top of him. Quickly grabbing the hose, Nick straddled Greg and sprayed him relentlessly in the face.
“Say uncle. Come on say it. I win. Say it!” Nick teased easing the spray.
“Not yet!” Greg said quickly fliping them over and grabbing a bucket tipping it over Nick’s face. “I think I win.” Greg panted sliding off Nick in pure exhaustion.
“See I told you this would be fun.” Nick said turning on his side to face Greg.
“Yea but I still prefer the bed on Sunday mornings.” Greg stated.
“Really? Well why don’t we try that right now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Greg smiled, jumping up and running towards the house. “Last one on the bed is the bottom!” Greg called over his shoulder, making Nick laugh and reach the bed a fraction of a second before Greg.
“Dammit.” Greg said, grinning again.
“I told you. I win.”
End.
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